We watched in awe and shock that whole night long, and donated what we could, and prayed until dawn. No survivors as of yet? None to find. Dear God are they with you? Confusion in my mind. Tower Two fell to the ground, the silence was deafening, there wasn't a sound. I'm only one person in this great country of ours. You are my countrymen, my heart is saddened. What can I do? I feel so helpless, so empty! Then something told me to use my hands, as those volunteers did. They used what talent they had Firemen, Policemen, Doctors, and Nurses. I don't have talent like them. What can I do? Then my fingers started to move. I felt a tad better with every passing day. It took me about a month to finish my donation to the day! Rest in peace my friend, my fellow citizen. As I watched on television the shadows of the Twin Towers were now two beams of light, and the Lady that stood at the shore of NYC seem to have a tear flow from her eye as she seemed to be waving good-bye!
|This is what comforted me. I crocheted the above for 9/11/01|
LET US PRAY!